Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 42

BROCK POV

Ed Sheeran - Drunk

I fed Beast and stood staring out of the kitchen window at the property for a bit, trying to let my mind focus on everything, but the urge.

I had woken up to an empty bed , I guess McKenzie had left for the next town without a goodbye.

For all I knew she had told me the night she picked me up from Steve's house .

I hated that she surprised me, I used to love walking into my locker room and being ambushed by her wrapping herself around me, but now?

I wished she would let me know beforehand so that I could be prepared.

She never did though , it didn't matter how many times she had the hurt look in her eyes when I screamed at her or shrugged her off. I could never remember what I said but the alcohol allowed me to see the hurt in her eyes as a reminder or rather punishment.

Each time she came to surprise me expecting a different result..

I tried, I tried so hard to give her just that,so that she didn't have to pick me up at the gym due to me fighting or like Friday at Steve's house.

I was honestly doing good all week , Friday would have been the night she would have come home and been proud of her husband for holding it together, finally, but unfortunately that didn't happen and that look was there once again..

I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed

"Where is she?" Steve looked at me as if I were crazy but I saw her , I saw her with him.

I saw him kissing her and her kissing him while I stood there watching.

"McKenzie is at work man, remember?" He smiled a bit, smiled to make me feel less insane for screaming out as he stood by before setting down his beer .

"You're lying to me. Everyone fucking is trying to protect her when she is fucking cheating on me!" His eyes widened briefly but I ignored it as I saw them behind him.

I saw him holding her close to him..

"Put the bottle down man.." I turned and stared at the half filled bottle.

I had punched through the glass to retrieve it. I had asked him to lock it when I was here because I was trying but I couldn't I needed something to make it stop..

I hadn't heard from her since I flew out which was two days ago, she normally called and my mind just lost it once again.

I needed the alcohol to make me forget but did it?

No.

I could see it happening in front of me, him holding her in his arms the entire fucking time.

Kissing into her neck...

And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate

"Brock, McKenzie is at home!" My eyes widened and I saw the bottle now empty in my hand.

I shrugged off the confused feeling as I wasn't sure what had happened in the time it was half-filled and then empty..

"She just got home, just listen man .. she's not with anyone she's coming home to you" I glanced from him and at the bottle and set it down as I sat at the counter , the images disappearing due to hearing my wife was home...